- 1) back squat: 3x100kg 2x140kg 1x160kg 1x180kg 1x190kg 1x195kg 1x200kg (miss)x203kg
- 2) deadlift: 2x100kg 1x140kg 1x160kg 1x180kg 1x190kg (miss)x200kg
- 3) deadlift, off 6in blocks: 1x190kg 1x200kg 1x205kg 1x210kg 1x220kg/484lb
- 4a) incline bench: 4x(ME)x55lb
- 4b) band pull aparts: 4x10
- 5) slow eccentric leg lowers: 3x10
At long last, the sojourn away from the land of relatively heavy weights is over. While I felt a little rusty after a mere five days of deloading, I still worked up fairly heavy. I honestly had more in me on the squat, but I misgroved on 203kg. The bail was less than fun as well as I was quite quick enough, so it kind of rolled down/nicked my back as I jumped out.
Deadlifts actually felt really good as well, but I made too big of a jump after 190kg. I decided to pull off the blocks after, as my sticking point is about 2-3 inches off the floor. I was curious as to what I could just lock out. I honestly surprised myself with an admittedly less than pretty but still manageable 484lb pull. I think I could have gutted out a horrendous five hundred BUT I already got rounded over with my top set so I played it safe. I finished with some pump work. I will say that between the weird bail and the block pulls my back felt a little stiff (not hurt, but just tired) so I ended up doing a lot of rolling out and stretching after.
I chatted with Gary more about doing a Powerlifting meet today. He’s taking his kids to one in November, but I’m hoping their might be one I can do in the summer. I just need something else to focus on and channel competitiveness into, because some part of me just gets stabbed everytime I see someone I used to be ahead of pass my numbers while I’m over here power cleaning 35kg. I know that reeks of self-pity, and I’m not proud of the part of me that feels that way, but it’s the honest truth. It’s just driving me nuts.
On top of all of that, I had a grind of a weekend ahead of me. It feels like, while I really do my best to stay ahead of all my school work, everything has just come to a head and piled on top of each other. My fake thesis (amusingly titled my “f-eces by my girlfriend) is due this week, I have multiple exams, quizes, short essays, a presentation to prepare for, programming to write, a summer packet to finish, etc. It’s not unusual for me to busy on the weekends (it’s when I get everything done normally anyway) but this one feels particularly overwhelming.